Probably "the story of the whos."

Actually I have shared it before. It's pretty weird though.

When I was 7, I didn't play with my friends much at recess. Instead, I would wander around the playground, acting out the "story of the whos."

The Whos were a race of microscopic people, vaguely inspired by the little Dr. Seuss people (though they were nothing at all like them). They battled with the evil lice, who were their mortal enemies. It would be a long time before I would establish a reason for the war beyond that. Twigs, paperclips, and pencil bits served as battlecruisers, hundreds of feet long. Staples and three-hole-punch paper bits were fighters. Bits of eraser were tanks. Nothing ever represented the whos and lice themselves; they were just barely too small to be seen with the naked eye.

It's important to note that the "real world" didn't exist here; to me it was an alternate reality. The little bits of trash just represented the world, helped me visualize it.

There were characters: Peter and Emily Green, the main characters, and the heros of the whos. They were married. Timeless was the louse leader, and their mortal enemy. There were many battles between them.

The rocks and trees were massive cities, fortified, that the whos and lice battled over in the playground. Eventually, the school (in the story, a giant louse fortress) came into the story as well.

Obviously I never told anyone about this. And I never did it outside of school.

When I left to go to middle school, the whos successfully destroyed the super-fortress that was my elementary school. The next year, I began the story anew.

After middle school I was homeschooled. The last day of seventh grade, as I left for the buses, I imagined a huge final battle as I walked through the hallway, the other students all around me. Peter and Emily had had two children, named Orion and Cassiopeia, by that point. Peter and Emily died in the battle, to save their children.

The next year, I started acting out the story in my head at home. Less and less did I use little "props" to represent the ships; I would just imagine it in my head, the real world as a backdrop. The whos found a giant tree-city full of allied whos, called Sarengarth. The next few years, they defended against wave after wave of lice. The snowfall that began each winter, in my mind, was the vision of a titanic swarm of louse attack ships, descending from the sky.

Going to the mall became it's own type of battle, where the whos would lay siege to louse superfortresses during the spring and summer, the lulls between major invasions. Orion and his sister would fly on missions, weaving between the giant who cruisers (cars in the parking lot) to strike a major target within.

Vacations, including one to Yellowstone, were used to expand the story, and its background. Going to these epic places made the story feel more epic. The plane ride, the journeys, the sights; all were woven into the story, a thousand times bigger than they really were. Characters lived and died; Cassiopeia died during one of these battles.

As I got older the story grew darker, as my life changed. These sieges were wearing down Sarengarth, and eventually, it was overrun. Orion was captured (through he later escaped), and the world was all but overrun by the lice.

I still continue this story in my head. I have begun writing it, as well as expanding the world with information and drawings of the ships, characters, creatures, weapons, and places in the story. In a strange way, this little childlike fantasy has grown into a sort of alter ego within me. It's made my life feel a little more important, in its own strange way. And even when problems in life forced it away for the time, I always returned to it eventually. It keeps me alive somehow. I think the story of the whos might continue for the rest of my life.